Archive for June, 2011
It’s no secret that me and wife love DVDs and that our collection is quite large.
We have a policy of only buying stuff that we think we will enjoy watching several times and if possible only buy it on sale.
But as we review our collection there are a few that we probably don’t need anymore.
So we would like to get rid of them (with some monies in return) – they are all in super condition and bought legally.
All you have to do is leave a comment stating which one(s) you want, then I’ll email you and we can sort out the $$$. We are not expecting top dollar but just a bit like you would in a second hand DVD sale.
$1, $2, $750 we don’t care, although if you don’t live near us please make your price at least enough to cover postage.
(please don’t be offended if we are getting rid of stuff you gave us)
- The Color Purple
- Death at a Funeral (UK)
- Dead Man Walking
- Encino Man
- Empire Records
- Face / Off
- Funny People
- High Fidelity
- John Q.
- Striking Distance
- Stuck on You
- Two Hands
- The Eric Bana Sketch Show – entire series
- Gumby’s Greatest Adventures
- Christmas with Gumby
- Review with Myles Barlow – Series 1
- Sleuth 101
- Top Gear Series 10
- Akmal – Live and Uncensored
- The Byrne Identity – Jason Byrne
Like Totally – Dylan Moran Live Monster – Dylan Moran live
- Tim Minchin – So Live
- Cat Empire – On the Attack
Today I took Oscar to Luna Park.
He is now too tall to get on stuff for free so I had to pay and he went on a bunch of rides by himself and had the time of his life. This is the first time he has ever been on anything by himself so I was unsure if he would cry or love it.
Below are some of his quotes from our time at Luna Park. (context is not included for comedic effect)
‘Woweee this is soo much fun’
‘Oh I have a good time’
‘Daddy do you have a doodle and a penis’
‘Daddy we go on more rides’
‘Daddy what ride is this way?’ (followed by me saying ‘Not in there buddy that’s the girls toilets’)
‘This horse is a bit wobbly but it be allright’
They also gave us a $20 voucher for the gift shop so Oscar picked out a stuffed toy which he has called ‘sunny side’.
Oh and no accidents involving wee which is new for a father son outing.
I have been thinking lately about God’s call on individuals and also churches.
Before being unemployed I had two jobs which I would say both them came about due to God’s direction. The first being Fusion, where I was a youth worker running programs, developing programs, mentoring young people and other stuff. Why the hell was I doing it. After school I studied TV Production not youth work, I had no intention of ever doing any of those ‘what a good person you must be” kind of jobs. I wanted to be a kick arse cameraman on a live TV show. In fact when a friend called me up and asked if I could come an sit in the youth cafe for an afternoon as they couldn’t open unless there was another volunteer there I replied with “I’ll do it if I don’t have to talk to any young people or go in the kitchen”.
And I didn’t, one afternoon before my night classes learning how to be a kick ares cameraman I headed up to the said youth cafe and sat on a couch grumbling to myself about the dumb young people I had to ‘babysit’. I also didn’t go in to the kitchen.
Around the same time another friend asked me if I wanted to go to Uganda with him to help him make a video for that hippy organisation he worked for called TEAR. I said yes and prayed about it and stuff. I was a poor student and TEAR being TEAR I had to pay my own way. Anyway I felt that God was telling me not to directly ask people for monies so I prayed and the next morning there was about half the money required in my bank as various people had transferred it. I thought it was all good and God was taking care of me so time to sit back and get on with being a kick arse cameraman. It got to a day or two out from the departure date and I still only had half the monies. So I thought maybe I should pray again. I did and low and behold the next day all the money was there. I’m pretty sure this was God wanting me to go to Uganda and it is defiantly what birthed my passion, interest and ‘calling’ to find ways I could help fight poverty. It’s not that I didn’t care before but it’s rather that I didn’t pay attention.
Anyway up at the youth cafe I started becoming more regular (high fibre diet) and ended up being a kind of back up for when people where sick or away. Then I slowly began doing a regular day and two regular days and so on and so on. Yes I did start to like it i wasn’t the grump on the couch anymore although I did still try to avoid the kitchen. Then after 6 years of doing that TEAR offered me a job and it was surreal. My passion and interest in fighting poverty where now linked with my newly acquired skills and passion for engaging and working with young people.
Then suddenly I found myself out of a job and still haven’t found a new one, what happened to God’s call????
Well I think I have worked out that God doesn’t want to be our high school career adviser and that instead he wants us to be disciples. Having a job is not following the call of God. We often say things like God has called me to be an accountant? What about the rest of your life and time is God’s call just between 9-5 and outside of that you are just plodding along being a good person and content with doing what God wants you to do???
Gods call and career are not the same thing. I have come to think that God’s call is probably the same for all of us. It is simply to Love God with all our heart and to love our neighbours as ourselves. Now of course a way me might do this is by having a certain job and God may have led you into that job but that job is not your whole call. I think we often forget this and just focus on our job / career as being the call of God.
There are things that frustrate me like when people may say that God has called them to be an accountant and He has placed them in that workplace so they can be a witness to their colleagues. It doesn’t frustrate me that people are a witness to their colleagues, it frustrates me that this can lead to assuming that this is their entire call and that God has placed them there to be with their other middle class colleagues. And that serving the poor and marginalised is not part of their role and God has called other people to do that. That doesn’t sit comfortably with me. I think regardless of what job God may or may not have placed you in, the face to face contact with poor and marginalised people (however you define those terms) is necessary.
It’s not just the role of people who are ‘missionaries’ or ‘community service professionals’ to interact, nurture and journey with the poor and marginalised, it is all of our jobs.
Which brings me to churches.
I think churches outsource discomfort to external groups, missionaries and a small group of congregation members.
Say for instance there is a soup kitchen in the city and a few people from the church go and serve regularly to the needy who pass through the service. These people use some of their free time to go out of their comfort zone. And you may now be thinking ‘but they are the kind of people who can handle that sort of thing, I couldn’t do that’. Doing that sort of thing is not comfortable for anyone, it’s confronting and challenging every time. Anyway these people go regularly and it’s the same people, every now and then someone else will join them but it doesn’t last long. But the church as a whole feels like they are taking part as they knit blankets or donate money. I’m pretty sure God doesn’t want us to keep a comfortable distance form things we find confronting and I’m pretty sure that while the money and blankets are needed it’s not an excuse to take part from a comfortable distance.
Now that is just a made up example but I guess like with individuals I don’t think God calls most of us to be comfortable and some of us to be brave enough to step outside the comfort. I think he calls us ALL to reach out to the poor and marginalized in whatever way we can.
I have been thinking about Mark 10: 46-52. It was a passage I used regularly at TEAR to run a little interactive activity. But it shows Jesus walking along George street outside Town Hall station, flanked by his posse. A stinky, rag ridden blind old beggar shouts and mutters at Jesus as he hears him get closer on the footpath. Members of the posse shout out telling him to be quiet. But the old stinky man shouts and mutters again “Hey Jesus have some mercy on me”. Jesus stops and asks for the man to be brought closer. some members of the posse go towards the old man and tell him to get up, he throws his green Woolworth’s bags full of torn blankets and crushed coke cans to the side and stumbles to his feet. Jesus says to the man “What can I do for you?” The old man says “Rabbi I want to see”. Jesus told him to go and that his faith had healed him, he was healed and he grabbed his woolies bag and began to follow jesus down the road towards Hyde Park.
Jesus is the son of God, he would have known that the beggar wanted to have sight, he could have healed him without talking to him, or even just walked by. But he didn’t, he came face to face with someone who was the lowest of low in the society and said “What can I do for you?”. He yet again made himself a servant, the king of all kings asked a beggar how could he help?
If our Lord stops for the poor and doesn’t just throw a coin or give them a blanket but offers unconditional help who are we to outsource that job to others?
Yes we need people to knit, yes we need people to donate money to overseas aid, yes we need people to bake meals for the church freezer but doing that doesn’t over ride our responsibility to become an uncomfortable servant.
I didn’t just write this to attack the church or individuals there are heaps of people I know doing amazing things and churches too but also more needs to be done. I’m defiantly not perfect and this post is kind of an accountability post for me, for you and me to remind myself that no matter what job I end up doing it’s not following God’s call to turn up to work.
My wife wants me to advertise on here that she has set up a temporary blog while her normal blog is busy being hacked.
you can find it here.
If you saw my twitter or facebook today you would already know this news so feel free to stop reading and go here instead. If not then read on.
Early this afternoon I discovered there was a parcel collection card in our letterbox. We don’t normally get mail at home as we have a PO Box so I knew what it was. When I sent off to get my full birth certificate the form only allowed for residential address not a separate postal address and also I paid an extra 5 pounds to ensure delivery.
Scottish people are known for being extremely frugal and this government department lived up to that. When I sent off for my birth certificate there was an optional 5 pound fee which is around $78,000 Australian dollars. This optional fee will mean that the department will post the certificate using air mail and registered post. If you don’t pay then it will be sent second class and you may or may not receive your un tracked parcel by tall ship sometime in the next decade because the department will be dammed if it spends more than the absolute bare minimum on one of the most important documents a person can hold.
Ah yes so I knew what the parcel would be. I went up to the post office and collected the bulky envelope and returned home before opening it so I could create some suspense for myself. Sure you may say isn’t 28 years of suspense enough? Well no it’s not. I wanted it to be more like the Oscar’s…. “And the winner of the ‘honor of pushing me out’, goes to……”
There wasn’t really mush suspense at all. I got home checked my facebook and emails, opened the envelope and in my head said ‘heh well there you go’ then called Mum and Dad to tell them what it said. Mum and Dad have never hid form me that I’m adopted, I have known for as long as i can remember and have always supported an encouraged me to decide for myself if I wanted to find out more or even contact my birth mother. I think adoption is often looked as a gloomy occasion and that people would want to shy away from talking about or revealing it, but it’s quite the opposite. For people who adopt it is a positive and remarkable experience for them, sure the logistics can be tedious but in the end they get a child. I think I’ve gone off on a tangent, I have a cold, I’m tired.
Anyway the birth certificate was not shocking and mostly just reenforced information that Mum and Dad got from the adoption agency. Even though they didn’t get given full details of my birth mother they got told some vague things like the surname, place of birth etc and that my birth name was Kevin. The only extra detail it gave me was the full name of my birth mother. Which I won’t post on here but the surname is Baird.
There it is, Kevin Baird. No middle name.
A lot of people have asked how I’m feeling and am I ok. The answer which won’t surprise most of you is, I’m fine thank you. It hasn’t been an emotional experience so far, the last 28 years haven’t been emotional. there have been no points where I thought ‘Mum and Dad aren’t my real parents’ or ‘I can’t believe that bitch left me at birth’. None of that. I have no idea why I was given up at birth and if I never know why that’s fine. I wasn’t abandoned, I was looked after and then adopted by two super hippies. Everything that has happened has been part of shaping who I am both consciously and sub consciously and there is just no point crying or getting all emotional over a name on a piece of paper. If anything it should be almost joyous as I have another small piece of my own personal history puzzle in place. Also as I said in the last post I think I’m doing this more for my birth mother than for me. She has no way of finding out who I am or contacting me and what if she has spent the last 28 years mourning the release of her child?? she may not have, but what if she has? Then it’s my duty to do what I can to get in touch.
Will I be upset if this all leads nowhere or if she refuses contact. Hard to say really but knowing me I’ll probably say something like ‘oh well’ then crack open a can of cake and laugh at a poo joke.
Speaking of laughing, the envelope was bursting with all sorts of flyers and pamphlets highlighting the counseling services and mediation providers available.And as I flicked through them I spotted one and couldn’t help but think ‘have they sent me the wrong literature and included a PFLAG flyer by mistake?
Turns out it’s not PFLAG but rather Group for Adopted People. I can’t believe a Scottish community group used colour photocopying that must have cost like 5p or something outrageous like that.
Oh and the next step is to now register with Birthlink who will begin searching for my birth mother and they will come back to me with contact details if they find her.
I’ve written about it a bit on my facebook wall so won’t again here.
Just thought it a little odd (and slightly amusing) that the very advertisement image ACL want’s to be hidden can be seen at the top of their own Facebook page.
A Congressman was seated next to a little girl on an airplane so he turned to her and said, “Do you want to talk?? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”
The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the total stranger, “What would you want to talk about?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said the congressman. “How about global warming, universal health care, or stimulus packages?” as he smiled smugly.
“OK,” she said. “Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?”
The legislator, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.”
To which the little girl replies, “Do you really feel qualified to discuss global warming, universal health care, or the economy, when you don’t know shit?” And then she went back to reading her book.